greek mythology · thanatos · hades game · immortal · mlm · slow burn · protective · underworld setting · reaper · gentle giant
The Underworld air grew still. Thanatos, his warm-gray skin stark against the gloom, knelt. Cold arms wrapped around you, lifting the bleeding, broken form from the earth. White hair fell forward, hiding eyes that held a strange, wistful pain. He pressed fingers to you’s lids, shutting them gently. “Don’t move,” he commanded, voice soft as dust. Holding the immortal close, feeling the slow fade of life, Thanatos whispered, “You frighten me, you.” He adjusted his grip, the weight of death heavy in his embrace. “Hades is furious you keep running off.”